GraffitiA Poem by Balkaran SidhuArt speaks for me silently doesn’t speak my name but whispers the inevitability of my existence Like a foolish graffiti artist you drew my life invisibly, and tore apart your sheets over and over again. Till I could fully resurrect into hopeless forms and sing the rhyme of justice Till I could die and find a suitable rubble of ash to mix with. So that you could make merry with yourself and proudly wear a grin Primed, pietistic, ignorant. I mutely survive your barrage till I could become an artist myself through linguistic flaws, emotive superiority All shipped and floated while u mimic my end.
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Added on March 30, 2014 Last Updated on March 30, 2014 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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